I also have the distinct privilege of working with a most incredible staff of caring individuals. I have the good fortune to work with teachers who have devoted themselves to the love of learning. Never has this been more evident than it was on the last day of school this year. We had an unusual full day for our last day and it also happened to be field day. Our field day is a wonderfully planned team building activity day that showcases every child's strength and silliness. It is paired with our music teacher's iPod selections on speakers bigger than my first apartment followed by the annual faculty/staff vs. 6th grade kickball game.
You may think that teachers who spend the year dedicated to the betterment of children and the teaching of state-mandated curricula would be absolutely spent by the last day of school. Not at my school. Teachers followed their classes around laughing and sharing in the fun. Some participated in the events, others shared their pride in each student's growth this year. When I'd stop to talk with a teacher or his/her students, I observed the depth of the relationships that had been built throughout the year. From the kindergarten teacher to the art teacher to the ESOL teacher--all interacted with their students as if they were at a family picnic. That's the joy of my school--it is much like one big family. There were serious teachers tossing ice cubes at one another, primary teachers leading the Macarena, and 6th graders jumping in to dance the Cotton Eyed Joe. Parent volunteers kept the day's flow with each station and provided snow cones and water, and students and teachers enjoyed the day with smiles that were less about the last day of school and more about school pride. It was truly a day to behold. And, it had me thinking about the kinds of people I want my child(ren) to be around. I hope for educators like those I work with to be the foundation for my family's education.
Also, much has been going on on the sidelines. First, I bought a new house and sold my town home. I moved in about a week. Packed, transported, and tossed every box into the new place in just six days. I thought I'd take a day for rest but, with my need to keep busy, I found myself unpacking, organizing, and moving furniture in forty different scenarios-in each room! I decided focusing on the yard and the garden (yet to be created) was a better use of my time, saving the indoors for rainy days this summer when I have some time off. A form of procrastination? Perhaps.
Finally, I went to the HS graduation of some former students last weekend. Below is a photo of two of my former fourth graders--twins--and future babysitters of my little peanut. How fun to see so many of my past students move into this new place in their lives. So much for them to look forward to, explore and experience. I couldn't believe how teary-eyed I got watching them walk across the stage.

All this to say...I am officially #16 on the list and still #5 on the sibling list. The news came last Tuesday but other things have had my attention. In this waiting game, it is nice to lose track of the numbers sometimes. I intend to plan many little projects around the new house to keep me busy in the July weeks when I am not working. I'm going to need it--especially because retail therapy is sooooo easy!
In closing, I'll share a wonderful colloquialism that I was reminded of today at a memorial service I attended for a friend's mother. It seems to go with endings and a reminder of new beginnings. Pastor Little said, "Just because your eyes are closed, doesn't mean you're asleep; and just because you say goodbye doesn't mean you're gone." Definitely something to think about.



1 comment:
Sounds like you have a wonderful school full of love, laughter and learning. What a privilege for you and the children. I hope you have a wonderful summer vacation!
Kristin
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